Whether or Not

By GA Hauser

Do you believe in soul mates?
The notion that there is one person out there who will fulfill and complete you can either be a fantasy, or a recipe for disaster.
When a nineteen-year-old Channing Wilson met twenty-one-year-old Garth Sawyer, they were still college students; one at UCLA the other Cal-State. The meeting was a hookup, a simple act of sex.
But when they met again, seven years later, and still had that spark, why didn’t the magical soul mate passion kick in?
Perhaps, three times is the charm...because on a chance encounter, Channing and Garth came face to face, eleven years after their first kiss.
Whether or not you believe in soul mates, something special was about to happen.
Maybe sometimes the timing of life isn’t right...or maybe, it’s right on time. But life isn’t always that simple, and as their love affair begins to gain ground, information about the two men is brought into the light. And that information, may be the destruction of everything they feel for each other.
‘Whether or not’...you are ready for love, sometimes, love is ready for you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: GA Hauser
• Release date: Jul 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311657190

GA Hauser

About the AuthorAuthor G.A. Hauser is from Fair Lawn, New Jersey, USA. She attended university at The Fashion Institute of Technology in NYC, and has a BA in Fine Art from William Paterson College in Wayne NJ where she graduated Cum Laude. As well as degrees in art, G.A. is a Graduate Gemologist from the Gemological Institute of America (GIA). In 1994 G.A. graduated the Washington State Police academy as a Peace Officer for the Seattle Police Department in Washington where she worked on the patrol division. She was awarded Officer of the Month in February 2000 for her work with recovering stolen vehicles and fingerprint matches to auto-theft and bank robbery suspects. After working for the Seattle Police, G.A. moved to Hertfordshire, England where she began to write full length gay romance novels. Now a full-time writer, G.A. has penned over 200 novels and short stories. Breaking into independent film, G. A. was the executive producer for her first feature film, CAPITAL GAMES which included TV star Shane Keough in its cast. CAPITAL GAMES had its Film Festival Premiere at Philly's Qfest, and its television premiere on OutTV. G.A. is the director and executive producer for her second film NAKED DRAGON, which is an interracial gay police/FBI drama filmed in Los Angeles with the outstanding cinematographer, Pete Borosh. (also the Cinematographer for Capital Games)The cover photographs of G.A.'s novels have been selected from talented and prolific photographers such as Dennis Dean, Dan Skinner, Michael Stokes, Tuta Veloso, Hans Withoos, and CJC Photography, as well as graphic comic artist, Arlen Schumer. Her cover designs have featured actors Chris Salvatore, Jeffery Patrick Olson, Tom Wolfe, and models Brian James Bradley, Bryan Feiss, Jimmy Thomas, Andre Flagger, among many others.Her advertisements have been printed in Attitude Magazine, LA Frontier, and Gay Times.G. A. has won awards from All Romance eBooks for Best Author 2009, Best Novel 2008, Mile High, Best Author 2008, Best Novel 2007, Secrets and Misdemeanors, and Best Author 2007.G.A. was the guest speaker at the SLA conference in San Diego, in 2013, where she discussed women writing gay erotica and has attended numerous writers’ conventions across the country.

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Whether or Not

By

G.A.HAUSER

WHETHER OR NOT

Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2015

Cover photographer: Dennis Dean

ISBN Trade paperback: 978-1511-9258-8-4

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Chapter 1

Channing Wilson sipped a dirty martini while ogling a go-go boy who was dancing on an elevated platform. Buzzed on the cocktails, he was only nineteen, but managed to sneak into clubs easily with his flirtatious smile and good looks.

His buddies, who were also his roommates, Jarvis and Kye, were dancing on the packed floor, while colorful lights spun and lasers made designs on the topless, sweaty men.

Channing was here for one thing; a hookup.

He was in college, feeling wild and free while living in a rental house with three roommates, and had no intention of getting tied down.

He felt a bump from someone on his right side, nearly spilled his drink, and glanced over. In the disorientating flashing lights was a man, shirtless and coated in sweat. He was laughing, and obviously just off of the dance floor.

Sorry, man, he said when he realized he had nudged Channing.

It’s okay. Channing gave the man’s fabulous chest a good inspection and said, I’m Channing, holding out his hand.

Garth… Garth got the bartender’s attention. Can I get that Belgium pale ale and a glass of water? He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. Thanks. Garth looked over at Channing, and Channing felt the appraisal since it was the same one he was giving Garth.

Garth’s breathing slowed as he recuperated and he leaned against the bar, staring at Channing. Christ…is it the lights in here or are you gorgeous?

Channing laughed. I’m gorgeous…and you’re not so bad yourself.

Garth looked around. Are you here with anyone?

The bartender set both a beer and a glass of water down in front of Garth. Garth took his wallet out and handed the man a ten.

I’m here with a few buddies. Channing tilted his head to the dance floor. You?

Same. Garth drank most of the water, then poured the rest on his face and down his chest in a sexy act.

He now had Channing’s full attention. Holy shit. You should be up on that platform, not him. Channing pointed at the go-go boy.

Damn. If you want to get laid, you’re saying the right things. Garth put the beer to his lips, staring at Channing.

Channing grinned wickedly. I want to get laid.

Fuck yeah. Garth downed the beer as fast as he drank the water, showing off for Channing, flexing his biceps.

Channing finished his cocktail and left a tip for the bartender. I live just up the hill.

Awesome. Garth moved closer to Channing and grabbed his jaw roughly. I was hoping to get lucky.

You took the words right out of my mouth. Channing gripped Garth’s powerful upper arms.

Garth went for Channing’s lips and kissed him so aggressively, Channing knew immediately Garth’s preference in bed. He was hoping to find a beefy top, and…he had.

Channing hooked Garth by his belt loop and began dragging him through the crowded dance floor to the exit.

~

Garth stared at the ass of this fine specimen of manhood, and waved to one of his friends as he was led out of the chaotic nightclub. Once outside, Garth took his shirt, which was hanging from his waistband, and put it on as they walked. Channing smiled at him in excitement. Garth grabbed Channing around his waist and kept kissing him, groping his ass as they headed off the boulevard and up a steep hill in one of the best locations in West Hollywood.

The moment they were on a side street the noise and traffic lessened. Garth and Channing kept kissing and touching each other, as if the attraction was too strong to wait for privacy.

Garth pinned Channing to the trunk of a palm tree and made out with him, going for a feel between Channing’s legs. He wasn’t disappointed. A fabulous hard dick was under Channing’s jeans, and Garth couldn’t wait to get at it.

Channing did the same, a grab at Garth’s crotch. Garth moaned and peered down at the sight of Channing touching him. Where the fuck is your place? I’m about to screw you right here.

Channing laughed. See that streetlight?

Yeah.

Right there.

Garth clasped Channing’s hand and they jogged to the large split-level home. As Channing opened the lock with his key, Garth pinned him to the door, thrusting his hips against Channing’s ass, going crazy. I’m going to fuck the hell out of you.

Yeah, I’m getting that feeling. Channing pushed open the door and laughed.

The house was dimly lit, and Garth immediately could tell it was shared by other young men since it looked like the inside of a college dorm room. Pizza boxes, books piled in lopsided rows, and mail fliers littered the coffee table as well as multi-colored condoms and a bong. There was a wall of electronics, which had a flat-screen TV and a music system. Posters were tacked to the walls; a mixture of classic art and rock music icons.

Channing led Garth to a room with a double-bed, unmade. Against the wall were a computer desk and chair, as well as a dresser; all thrift-shop vintage. There were piles of clothing behind the bed. Garth began to get naked as Channing opened a nightstand drawer and removed condoms and lube.

Garth tried to be patient, but his cock was hard and wanted in. The moment Channing removed his last item of clothing, his socks, Garth tackled him to the bed and they rough-housed, laughing and loving it.

Fuck! You are so hot! Channing said.

Jesus, where’ve you been hiding? Holy Christ. Garth pinned Channing under him. I’m negative. Just so you know.

Same here.

Garth used his knees to part Channing’s legs and fell on him, kissing him and grabbing his brown hair.

~

Channing was hoping to meet a hot stud and do just this, get his rocks off. There was no doubt by the way they were interacting, neither of them were looking for anything more.

Garth knelt upright, jerking his own dick as he stared at Channing, then sucked Channing’s nipple.

Chills washed up Channing’s spine and he was craving the sex so much he was about to scream.

Following Channing’s treasure trail, Garth relaxed between Channing’s legs and took a look at his dick and shaven pubes. Nice cock.

I think he likes you. Channing tried to get Garth to suck it, pushing Garth’s head down.

Knowing what Channing wanted, Garth laughed and licked under the head of Channing’s cut, six-inch cock with the tip of his tongue, teasing him.

Oh, you fucker. Channing bent his knees and spread his legs.

Garth gave Channing a smoldering look, then sank Channing’s entire dick into his mouth.

Channing gasped and threw his head back as he did. He closed his eyes and gripped the bedding as Garth sucked him deeply, drawing strong suction. Garth went for Channing’s balls and rim and massaged them, giving Channing the ultimate pleasure rub. It did the trick. He came and thrust his hips off of the bed, gripping Garth’s thick brown hair as he climaxed.

~

Garth sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. God, I want to fuck you.

Channing held his chest, catching his breath, and rolled over.

Ohhh, nice ass. Garth grabbed it in both hands and squeezed. Christ, I can come just looking at you. He nibbled on Channing’s tight rump and lapped at his low back as he kissed his way up. Once he was high enough to get his dick into Channing, Garth grabbed a condom and then the lubrication. I assume you’re not a virgin.

Channing roared with laughter against the pillow.

It made Garth smile. He swatted Channing’s ass playfully and said, Excellent. He hoisted Channing’s hips higher and pointed his cock at his lovely pink rim. As he sank into that tight heat, Channing squeezing his ass muscles to make it even tighter. Garth held Channing’s hips and worked his way in. Once he was deep enough to come, he began fucking Channing.

Fuck, you’re hot. Garth watched his dick slide into Channing’s ass.

Oh, yes…

Garth heard the sound of the front door and voices. Before he enquired, Channing said, My roommates. Ignore it.

Good. Garth upped the tempo since he didn’t want the noise to distract him. He hammered into Channing and soon began to edge the climax.

Fuck me, ya dirty dog. Channing made a growling noise.

The sex talk was making Garth crazy. You like getting fucked?

Yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck it good!

Garth couldn’t hold back after the sensual comments. He pushed into Channing’s ass and came, shivering from the pleasure. He kept thrusting as the climax hit, continuing until it waned. As it did, Garth pulled out and sat on his heels, staring at Channing’s body from behind, admiring it. You’re damn fit. Garth ran his hand over Channing’s ass and thigh.

Channing rolled to his back and caught his breath. That was amazing.

Garth stood and looked for something to take the condom off with. Channing tossed him a tissue box. He caught it and removed the spent rubber, then sat on the bed. What’d you say your name was?

Channing…Channing Wilson. You said, Garth, right?

Yeah, Garth Sawyer. Garth crushed the tissues and condom into a ball and noticed a trash can near the computer desk. Once he threw out the tissues, he sat on the bed again and ran his hand over Channing’s muscular chest. How old are you?

Nineteen. You?

Twenty-one. Hey. How did you get into the club?

Fake ID. And they never ask anyway.

Garth crawled higher on the bed to recline beside Channing. Are you working?

Nah. In college.

Me too. Almost done.

What’s your major?

I’m studying to be an anesthesiologist.

Sounds impressive, and hard.

Yes. It’s very hard. You?

Psychiatry.

Garth laughed. A shrink. Do you think you’re going to fix the messed up minds in LA? Ha. I’d rather knock them out.

Channing smiled and reached out to touch Garth’s arm. Where do you work out?

The campus gym mostly. You?

When I can, I run and I do some weightlifting here. One of my roommates has a few dumbbells.

Huh. Garth heard laughter in another part of the house. Well…

Channing sat up and used the tissues to wipe the residual lubrication from himself, then slipped on his briefs.

Garth was relieved. He wanted a fuck, not a relationship. He too, got dressed, and they didn’t speak as they did.

Once Channing was ready to leave the room, he asked, Do you hit that bar often?

No, not really. I’m usually studying. I just got sick of the workload so my friends dragged me out for a drink.

Channing nodded. I’ll be glad when I graduate. I really hate the amount of time it takes to get a fucking degree.

I hear ya. Garth ran his hands down his jeans. So…uh…

I’ll walk you out.

Cool. Garth followed Channing to the front door. A few guys were in the living room, listening to music and smoking pot.

Garth greeted them. Hey.

Hey.

Channing opened the door for Garth. So, see ya around.

Yeah. Thanks. It was awesome, Garth said.

They pecked lips and Garth walked back down the hill to the boulevard, smiling.

~

Who was that? Kye asked Channing when he closed the door.

Garth. I met him at the club.

Good fuck? Kye held out the bong.

Channing shook his head no to the bong. Yeah. Great fuck.

Are you going to see him again?

Channing shrugged. Don’t know.

Kye handed Jarvis the bong. Fucker was hot. Did you get his number?

Nope. Channing smiled and walked to the bathroom, stripping and getting into the shower. The last thing he wanted was a boyfriend. He had enough to worry about just getting through school.

~

Garth checked the time and was beginning to wear thin and wanted to go home. He showed the ink stamp on his hand to the doorman at the club and looked for his friends. He found Rusty on the dance floor, so he made his way to him and held him from behind. Against Rusty’s ear, Garth whispered, Going home. You ready or can ya get a lift?

I’ll get a ride. Go home. Didn’t you leave with someone?

Yeah. Great fuck. He had a place just up the hill. Garth pointed to the direction.

Lucky you!

Garth smiled, kissed Rusty’s neck, and gave him a wink as he left. Once again on the street, the cool breeze kicking in from the ocean, Garth held his car keys and walked to where he’d left his car, a few blocks away to avoid parking charges. He felt completely sober now and didn’t have far to drive.

He climbed into his old beat-up hatchback and inched his way out of the tight parallel parking spot. Once he was on the road he thought about Channing.

I should’ve gotten his number. Hell. At least I know where he lives.

Garth smiled as he drove, thinking about the sex.

He pulled into a parking space with a number painted on the curb. When you attended college there were a few choices for living accommodations; dorms, rooms in houses shared by a few others, and…a tiny studio apartment. He had the last option. Luckily he was still being supported by caring parents.

Garth closed his car door and took a key out of his pocket. The complex was low-rent and in the valley. As he made his way up the outside stairs to the second floor, he could hear music and smell cooking odors. He unlocked his door and entered the small space, one room, a kitchen, which was simply furnished with a tiny refrigerator, stove and sink, and his couch, which turned into a bed. Other than the bathroom and one closet, that was it.

He undressed to shower and caught the scent of Channing’s cologne or aftershave somewhere on him. After tossing his clothing on the sofa-bed, he headed to the shower stall, which did not include a bathtub, and waited for the water to warm. He stood under the weak spray and scrubbed up, knowing this last haul of classes to graduating was just the beginning. He had to intern, take exams…too much work to think about at the moment.

He was happy to have gotten laid and even happier, Channing didn’t seem like the type to get clingy.

Garth finished washing, nudged the creaky shower door open and used a towel over his hair.

Garth loved the gay nightlife, but he knew drinking in a club every night was not going to get him the grades he wanted.

He wrapped the towel around his hips, looked into the mirror at his green eyes and sighed. He was tired, but…he had work to do.

He brushed his teeth, tossed the towel over the rod, and slipped on a pair of briefs. Once he had a bottle of water beside him, he sat with his computer on his lap and worked until he was too exhausted to read. Yawning, Garth shut off the computer and the light, falling quickly to sleep on his spongy sofa-bed.

Chapter 2

Channing sipped a cup of coffee, about to head out to his class. He could hear his roommates rushing around the house, also getting ready.

Since they had conflicting schedules for commuting together, Channing rode his motorcycle despite the fact that he seemed invisible to the other cars on the street. But it was cheap transportation and very good on gas mileage.

He was enrolled in Cal-State’s psychiatry department, and couldn’t wait to graduate. At the moment, it felt as if his life was on hold. He finished the coffee, made sure his phone was